Saturday, March 3, 2012

Tempted by surrounding colors
I am imprisoned in a circus
Joy my mask, sorrow my sentiments
I'm your entertainment, your amusement
Among colors and laughs My tears fall
As I walk the wire without stall
Distracted and bruised I try and see
the blurred destination, the stark reality
With the freedom you think bestowed upon me
I live an imprisoned identity

Friday, March 2, 2012

Like the sleeping child at night holding his mothers hand
Who stirs as she moves
Refuses to let go when she tries to leave

Whose life is encompassed within that one entity
Who lives her every presence
Wails lost in her absence

The sleeping child with harbored attachments
Which he keeps protected under his umbrella
Holding on tighter as time moves further

His weakness, his Achilles heel
The sinking ship of loss unthinkable
The absence of a lighthouse unimaginable

I lie in bed asleep holding your hand
Grasp it tighter as you move
Refuse to let you go

I lie in bed asleep
Afraid that you'll be gone when I wake up
Afraid that I'll loose my ship's anchor and it'll float away
Afraid that an arrow will strike my Achilles Heel
Afraid that I'll be lost in the black death of your absence
Afraid
Like the sleeping child at night

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Worthy of Worship

There is only one worthy of our worship Allah (arabic word for God). Allah is The One and Only, The One who is always there in times of pain and joy, The One who is always there to listen. Allah is The One and Only, Our creator. Created by none and bears no offspring. Allah is worth our worship our gratitude and our time. Allah is the One and Only.

Live

Savor every delight, devour every memory
Flaunt your emotions and dwell on happiness...
Withstand every obstacle, wipe away every pain
Dismiss every nuisance and forget all sorrows...
Life is too short to live with aches, anger, loss and woes...Live with love, happiness, n smiles...never suppress your happy emotions

Inspirations

My source of inspirations vary. I am often inspired by words, feelings, thoughts, images and stories.

What you read may be an echo of what I heard, a story I wish tell, a lesson I wish to teach, perhaps an image I imagined, or simply stiched words I fancy. Most are fictional, some you can relate to, others not.